Sure, it was a small diner,

but the coffee was good

& so was the blue plate special.

What made it the happenin’ place

was the waitress in the dahlia apron

who had a face like a sunflower.

It was her hair, a nimbus, a cloud, a corona;

such a radiance of light, that bright cloud

of blonde halo  that made a man shake

or get a hard-on ( Read more... )